# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | Sweet the time, exceeding sweet | | | | | | | |
d302 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d303 | Tell me, brothers, will you meet me | | | | | | | |
d304 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
d305 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
d306 | The gloomy night of sadness | | | | | | | |
d307 | The gospel ship is sailing, sailing, sailing | | | | | | | |
d308 | The heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d309 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d310 | The Lord is my Shepherd, How happy am I | | | | | | | |
d311 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
d312 | The people called Christians | | | | | | | |
d313 | The road that many travel is not the road for me | | | | | | | |
d314 | The soldiers are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
d315 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
d316 | The spacious world promiscuous flows | | | | | | | |
d317 | Thee will I love, my Strength [Lord] [Shield], [my] [and] Tower | | | | | | | |
d318 | There comes a day, a fearful day | | | | | | | |
d319 | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
d320 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d321 | There is a Heaven above the skies | | | | | | | |
d322 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
d323 | There is a land, surpassing fair | | | | | | | |
d324 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
d325 | There is a spot to [for] me more dear | | | | | | | |
d326 | There shall we reign with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d327 | There's a Friend above all others, O how he loves | | | | | | | |
d328 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d329 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
d330 | This sacred spot, O Lord, to thee We consecrate | | | | | | | |
d331 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d332 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d333 | Thou must go with me, said the terror king | | | | | | | |
d334 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d335 | Though in a world of sickness | | | | | | | |
d336 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |
d337 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d338 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d339 | Through the love of God [Christ] [Jesus] our Father [Savior] | | | | | | | |
d340 | Thy faithfulness, Lord each [every] moment we find | | | | | | | |
d341 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
d342 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d343 | 'Tis grace that quickens me when dead | | | | | | | |
d344 | To heaven I'm bound with prosperous gales | | | | | | | |
d345 | To Jordan's banks our hosts are come | | | | | | | |
d346 | To see a pilgrim as he dies, with glory in his view | | | | | | | |
d347 | To thee, O my Savior, to thee will I cling | | | | | | | |
d348 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
d349 | Trust thou not in worldly pleasures | | | | | | | |
d350 | 'Twas Jesus, my Savior, who died on the [a] tree [cross] | | | | | | | |
d351 | United in affection dear | | | | | | | |
d352 | Wake, Christian soldiers, wake | | | | | | | |
d353 | We are going, going, going To a land of light | | | | | | | |
d354 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d355 | We are pilgrims robed and ready | | | | | | | |
d356 | We are the band of brethren dear | | | | | | | |
d357 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d358 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
d359 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d360 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d361 | What could your Redeemer do | | | | | | | |
d362 | What if our bark, o'er life's rough wave | | | | | | | |
d363 | What is life, 'tis but [all] a vapor | | | | | | | |
d364 | What is there here to court my stay | | | | | | | |
d365 | What love, what pleasure, what surprise | | | | | | | |
d366 | What sound is this salutes mine [my] ear | | | | | | | |
d367 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d368 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d369 | What's this that rises in my soul [in my soul is rising] | | | | | | | |
d370 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d371 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d372 | When burdened is my breast | | | | | | | |
d373 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
d374 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d375 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d376 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d377 | When I set out for glory | | | | | | | |
d378 | When I set out for heaven | | | | | | | |
d379 | When I think of that city of light | | | | | | | |
d380 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d381 | When nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
d382 | When on the cross my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
d383 | When our Lord was crucified | | | | | | | |
d384 | When pulse beats low and cheeks grow pale | | | | | | | |
d385 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d386 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
d387 | When the spark of life is waning [fading] | | | | | | | |
d388 | When this mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
d389 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
d390 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
d391 | Where'er we meet, you always say | | | | | | | |
d392 | While wandering to and fro | | | | | | | |
d393 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d394 | Whither, pilgrims, are you [ye] going | | | | | | | |
d395 | Why should I be affrighted at pestilence | | | | | | | |
d396 | Why shrinkst my weak nature | | | | | | | |
d397 | Why stand ye here idle, my friends, all the day | | | | | | | |
d398 | Why wanderest thou so far from home | | | | | | | |
d399 | With melting heart [hearts] and weeping eyes | | | | | | | |
d400 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |